#novafic

au, rated t. Altean!Lance and mechanic!Shiro. multichap.

When he turns his eyes on Shiro, they’re a shocking, unearthly blue, luminescent even in the dark. Then he smiles, broad and beatific, maybe even a little impish.

“Hello,” he says, effortlessly stepping out of the crater he’d been standing in despite the steep embankment.

Shiro, who had been about to offer him a hand up (and with his prosthetic, no less), stares at him blankly. “I… Hello?”

After an unsuccessful assassination attempt, the unorthodox Altean prince Lance is sent to Earth stripped of his titles, responsibilities, and all bearings of his status. There he finds the adjustment to foreign life easier than he does the transition from prince to everyday citizen. Far from home and familiarity, Lance carves out a new life for himself while he waits for political climate on Altea to settle so he can return, but he gets more than he bargained for when a local mechanic digs a little too deep into his past.

au, nsfw. cop!shiro, firefighter!lance.

Shiro elects not to start demanding answers, exhaling slowly. “Start talking.”

“I was hoping we wouldn’t have to talk,” Lance murmurs. “I had something else in mind, if you don’t have any complaints.”

The words take a second for Shiro to digest between his racing thoughts and the accelerating pulse thrumming under his skin.

“Then why didn’t you say so?” he mutters, yanking Lance closer by the coveralls folded over at his waist. “Come on, let’s go home; I’ll call out early and make up for it later in the week...” He trails off, eyebrow arching as Lance remains steadfast despite Shiro’s attempts to make him move. He doesn’t trust the mischievous glimmer in Lance’s eyes any more than he does that playful smile, well aware of how fast Lance can drag him down to unspeakable depths with it. “Wait, you’re not suggesting…”

Lance raises one shoulder in a lackadaisical shrug. “I’m suggesting.”

sheithlentine’s fic for @theartyklepto :> pg-13, pre-kerberos fluff. 

“There’s a lot of things about space they can’t teach us here, Shiro.”

“Does that mean you need to find it out for yourself?”

Keith turns a skeptical eye on him. “You’re asking a lot of questions today.”

nsfw, 419 words. 

Short of a lifethreatening emergency, Keith isn’t opening the door until he and Shiro are done.

sheith week unlimited, day 2: lions. 1204 words. pg-13.

He takes comfort in Keith’s voice. It’s a familiarity, a grounding point, and he wasn’t afforded many of those inside the Galran prison. Something about the relative quiet around them and the isolation of the hangar lends a softness to Keith that rarely shows itself otherwise, one that Shiro appreciates all the more when it does.

sheith week, day 7: free prompt. fashion au. rated m.

There were three photos, of a boy he assumed Lance had found out and about. While the boy’s eyes had a certain intensity to them, he saw nothing compelling or especially unique about him, other than maybe his boyishly disheveled black hair. Shiro could appreciate that the lack of styling was deliberate, used to achieve a certain look that had, in his opinion, gone out of trend five years ago.

Guerra Fria, minha próxima fic vai começar a ser postada em junho, ainda não sei o dia, mas está confirmado q será em junho.